. Sir!" You pause. "You wish to know if I have…” you pause again, “ masturbated?" I nod. You look at me, begging me to release you from this t...sk... but my eyes remain fixed on you... waiting. "Yes, Sir.", you begin, "This morning when I received the package, the collar you sent... I did." you finish softly, leaning close to me, almost a whisper as though afraid others might hear. I smile, "Then you shall tell me about it." “Sir…” you plead. You look around, there are many eyes on you.... I rubbed his thigh and said could you take this. He smirked and said I sure can. I lubed some more and he got up and sat down on my cock. He lowered him self slowly. It drove me crazy it was so tight. He finally got it in and let out a yell. He started riding me hard. I helped by doing some work and pounding his tight hole. We were fucking for a while when I started to grunt and tense up. He knew I was close and rode faster. I yelled out and blew my load in his ass. He turned around and shoved. So great was his anger that he wrote on Gandhi’s exam sheet the word “Idiot” and handed it back to him.Gandhi took the exam sheet and sat down at his desk, trying hard to remain calm while he contemplated his next move. A few minutes later, Gandhi got up, went to the professor and said to him in a dignified but sarcastically polite tone, “Mr. Peters, you autographed the sheet, but you did not give me a grade.”Brian and Jan were 85 years old and had been married for sixty years. Though they were. He knew Lisa was feeling her mom’s erotic broadcast as she went into ‘pain-separation’ mode. They both knew that if Béla got into a slicing contest with Mac, the sword fight would turn into a sexual mutilation contest, with Béla being the one with her arms held out in eager sacrifice to Macario’s cruel sword.“I call,” Lisa cried out, letting the contestants know that if her husband lost, she wanted the opportunity to carve on her mom. Then, the only way that her mom would get to fuck Mac was if.